flashback when the pot used to percolate couldn't wait to pour that cup of joe remember that can of Crisco filled with bacon grease on top of the stove hardly ever seen you wearing clothes you always wore that same old robe Bible on the nightstand beside your bed every night you read the stories told your favorite book was the trial of Job always something cooking on the stove like greens black eye peas okra tomatoes and snap beans in the pantry was enough stuff to fix a flat and please hungry needs always wore a smile hardly seen a frown couldn't tell if you were up or down oh how you loved the Lord and the more you cared it was getting harder to bear the burdens you held it down when your hands were hurting wish I had something to make the pain go away if only you could've stayed on earth one more day write down the rest of your recipes and will the book to me but I got what I need and I won't waste a taste of what's instilled in me every single drop of it is still in me
The Immortal Wize
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A Table And A Few Chairs
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mlowe5 says: Thanks, Poet Wize for inviting me to pull up a chair and sit down at the table and enjoy savoring keloid memories. Much appreciated. Peace and Love. |
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